Joint birthday dinner for the chef and Yasas

No one had work yesterday. And more importantly, everyone could afford to get pissed last night. Hahaha!

Lashan and Phubudu presenting their cake to the celebrants

Birthday cuppa to the chef

Love didn't require me to be a gastronome to be with my man. I only had to be hungry for it. :) From then on, famish is just a word.

You are the one. You are the only. You are my all. You are my everything.

Happy birthday, sweetheart!

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Preparing this morning's coffee reminded me why my husband stands by his seeming logic for not showering me with flowers, as most romantics would do. I had at one point been the nag for an answer-- not for flowers. No, really. My string of questions was answered with a string of reasons from him, which made me sympathise him somehow-- and then, fall for him far better than I already have. It made me learn to respect this romantic, and most especially to prepare myself for his unusual ways.

Then one day, he gave me this cup, which at first sight seemed to scream, "Now, shut up!" Everyone who's seen it reckons it's an unusual way to receive a bouquet. Hahaha! Nah, it's my everyday rose, my everlasting flower. Forever in full bloom, it makes every day Valentine's Day for us. And every cuppa is an extra special cuppa.

my cup of love ever-flowing

The start of firsts

The first of March marks the start of many things again for us. For us Christians, it's the first day of Lent, a time of reflection. Abstinence for some things are observed, like fasting, as a means of cleansing one's soul. This was almost strictly observed in my family, but living apart from them now means I will have to keep the drive by myself. While cutting down on meat consumption with my less-carbo-more-protein non-Christian husband, I have strongly suggested to myself to be on a diet. And be more consistent with my walking/jogging exercises.

Autumn officially starts today, but the weather is clinging to summer for a bit, I guess. It's still warm outside, but with the days finally grown shorter, my walks will also be shorter for sure.

Today also marks the first month for me and the chef since starting our respective jobs. Woohoo! We are definitely enjoying our jobs. Although some days we come home tired, that feeling of satisfaction comes with it, leaving us nothing but smiles.

Oh, this also happens to be my first March in Oz, as my previous visits have been after or before this month. I wonder what other firsts it will offer me...